New York

A young personal style blogger struggles with the obsticles fate has given her with humor and some nice advice from her closest friends. Love, hate, drama, happiness, celebirites and parties - it's all happening in New York.


7. wow

Chapter 7// Wow

We were laying in bed all night, looking outside at the city lights and talking about many things. About dreams, loves, hates, perks, everything. It was astonishing how one could be amazed by a person but the time was just not right. Timing was a real bitch, now I knew that. 

However, it was cute, everything he said made my soul cry a bit, because I knew that I had to let go of a person who understood me like no one has. I was starting to regret that I ever went out with him, now I wanted to get every little piece of his brain. The most important of all, it felt mutual. And, unfortunately, with the sun coming up, our little adventure together was coming closer and closer to the end.  

It was now 5 am and we were still talking. I decided that there was no good reason to sleep now, so I got up and made breakfast for both of us. We sat in my kitchen eating pancakes whilst watching a real New York sunrise and it felt magical. I looked in his eyes and all I saw was happiness with a saddened twinkle. But then again, people come and go, so why should I feel sadder because of this than about any other typical break-up? He was just another boy, and I was just another girl. Just in that moment it didn't feel like it, though. 

We ate pancakes and then went around the city at 6. It was a saturday morning, so the city was quite empty. We both took everything in excitedly because it was our last stroll around New York at 6 am. 

"This has been very nice," he said to me after stopping at my apartment door. "And I hope I wouldn't have to say goodbye."

"You can never get everything, right?"

He didn't answer me. We just hugged. 

"It was a pleasure knowing you, Poppy Harris."

"Farewell, Tom. I hope you'll be happy." And I meant it from the bottom of my heart. He was a good guy, he had to be happy. 

I walked upstairs and went to sleep.



Now a week had passed until I last saw Tom and tomorrow I had a plane to catch. I was finally going to London! Nevermind, that this will be the biggest thing that has happened during my career but also - who doesn't love London? I am scared, though. I don't know anyone there and I will have to spend most of my trip alone in a different country, different continent, even. 

So I decided to call up Alexa, who I had met about three months ago in Tom's concert. I guess it wouldn't be awkward or anything, right? Me and Tom don't have to meet anyway and he's still touring, so that's good. 

"Hey, Alexa? This is Poppy, friend of Tom's."

"Oh yeah, hi! When are you finally coming to London? I've been waiting for you for ages now." She was a sweetheart. I don't believe that she remembered me, but whatever, this was real nice.

"I'm going away tomorrow, we actually have a little "goodbye" get-together right now."

"Well then call me up when you get here! I have quite a lot of free time before the fashion week, so we could go and explore London or something."

Now I was getting more excited for the trip. Work in New York had been quite hectic and I definitely needed to take a break from it all. 

After the conversation with Alexa, I returned to my friends. We were at a bar in Chelsea now, drinking as per usual. They were talking something about a celeb who had a girl in every city in America. 

"This one friend at work told me about this. Poor girls, can you imagine something like that happening to you? Poppy, what would you do if this was Tom?"

"Well, right now I wouldn't really say anything about it. We ended things about a week ago." I hadn't said anything to them, I just didn't think it was necessary. They had their own problems to worry about. The only person who knew this was my best gal, Emma. She was at the bar, too, and she looked at me and smiled at me feeling sorry for me  like I had just lost an arm or something. 

"No, no, it's fine. I mean, it wasn't even anything serious, we were just having fun and fun had to end. It's fine, really." I think that they sensed I was lying. I was quite hurt when everything was finished with Tom. But who cares? Gotta move forward. 

Next day, all packed, ready-to-go, I received a phone call from Tom. 

"Helllllouoo, Poppy?" he slurred drunkishly. It was now night time in France, where he was now, so I guess he was partying. "Baaabe, I miss you." 

"Wow, Tom. First of all, you're ridiculously drunk, second of all, I don't really have time for this, I have to go to the airport." 

"Wher ya going?"

"London, the Vogue thing, remember? Okay, take care of yourself, Tom, I mean it."



"I miss you real bad."

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

I got into the cab and started my journey towards London. Funnily enough, timing was a constant bitch to me, so of course "I Know" by Tom Odell started playing on the radio.

"Can you please change the station?" The cab driver didn't seem to catch my question so I repeated it. Twice.

"Sorry, lady, I really dig this song."

Four and something uncomfortable minutes passed throughout which I saw how the driver jammed out to Tom's tune. Finally, the host started talking and I no longer had to listen to his song. 

"Not only Tom's great music has caused quite a lot of attention from people but also his love life. Apparently, this artist is a bit of a womanizer. Few days ago rumors sparked that Tom has had a girl in every city for his America tour for the past three and a half months. One of them is rumored to be a socialite and fashion blogger in New York. She definitely will have something to write about on her blog now."

What. The. Hell.

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